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his head. “Slow. I want to last.”
Really, already? He had to be doing something right. “How do you want it?”
“Right now.” Silvio grinned at him and turned around to get on his knees, legs wide open. “Get the condom on.”
Stefano wiped his hands and reached for the strip, tore the first one open. He positioned it with a great deal of care, pushing away every thought of what he was about to do. Just another step.
He ran his hand down Silvio’s back, just moments away from fulfilling what he’d fantasized about since that first night. He reached again for the lube, lubed his dick, then wiped his hand in Silvio’s crack.
“Just put it in,” Silvio ordered and lowered himself on his elbows, again the shameless animal.
Stefano was past caring. He moved up against Silvio’s ass and positioned his dick and held it in place while he moved a bit forward, just a little, from the hip. The tightness was a huge, hot rush through his body, and he pushed further, feeling Silvio yield to him easily, his breaths closer to panting.
“Shit, yeah.”
He moved further, mesmerized by how his cock invaded and stretched Silvio’s opening, every tentative movement a thrill down into his bones. He wanted nothing more than to lose himself like that, ram fully inside and turn them both into incoherent need— obscene and uncontrolled and filthy, glorious sex.
Still, he wanted to savor this, how Silvio breathed, the sound he made when Stefano slid deeper against the body’s resistance, how Silvio pushed back, trying him out, getting used to him, and damn but they fit together beautifully.
Stefano set one foot down on the mattress, wide, and began to thrust, which made Silvio hiss and then groan and immediately push back when Stefano pulled away. The friction was excruciatingly intense and sweet at the same time, especially when they began to find a rhythm. Bodies had their own logic, and Stefano focused on nothing but the sheer mind-bending pleasure and Silvio, who spurred him on, demanding more, more all the time.
“Not breaking . . . give me all of it.” Silvio gasped when Stefano followed the order, thrusting harder and deeper. He was heavier and stronger than Silvio, but if anything, Silvio seemed to relish that, the way he moaned as their bodies slapped together hard and harder.
No response in thoughts or emotions, just that fierce pleasure that washed everything away. Nothing else even registered. Right
now, SWAT could have kicked down the door and he wouldn’t have cared.
When he was getting close, Silvio reached to his own cock and began to jerk himself off. Stefano reached around and placed his hand atop Silvio’s, helping with that furious, merciless rhythm, thrusting harder, but he lost focus as he came, pumping his load into Silvio’s tightness. Or not, thanks to the condom. But what a small price to pay for that rush.
Silvio followed almost immediately, every muscle tightening, back and neck and shoulders in stark relief for a few moments before he pulled away and fell onto his side, face flushed, skin gleaming with sweat. He looked human now, and utterly beautiful.
Stefano pulled the condom off. He hated having to leave the bed, but he did to get rid of the condom. When he came back, Silvio was still poured across the covers, boneless as a kitten.
He lay down next to him and ran his fingers over Silvio’s shoulder.
“You all right?”
Silvio glanced at him. “Was it as big a deal as you thought?”
Stefano backtracked over their conversation—he’d rather have waded through molasses than remember right now what exactly they’d said. Oh. Yes. About that. “What if it does mean something?”
Silvio smirked, as if pleased that Stefano had remembered. “Then we’re both fucked.”
No kidding.
Also by
Aleksandr Voinov
Dark Soul Vols. 1–5 (Riptide Publishing) Break and Enter, with Rachel Haimowitz (Samhain Publishing) Counterpunch (Storm Moon Press)
Scorpion (Dreamspinner
Really, already? He had to be doing something right. “How do you want it?”
“Right now.” Silvio grinned at him and turned around to get on his knees, legs wide open. “Get the condom on.”
Stefano wiped his hands and reached for the strip, tore the first one open. He positioned it with a great deal of care, pushing away every thought of what he was about to do. Just another step.
He ran his hand down Silvio’s back, just moments away from fulfilling what he’d fantasized about since that first night. He reached again for the lube, lubed his dick, then wiped his hand in Silvio’s crack.
“Just put it in,” Silvio ordered and lowered himself on his elbows, again the shameless animal.
Stefano was past caring. He moved up against Silvio’s ass and positioned his dick and held it in place while he moved a bit forward, just a little, from the hip. The tightness was a huge, hot rush through his body, and he pushed further, feeling Silvio yield to him easily, his breaths closer to panting.
“Shit, yeah.”
He moved further, mesmerized by how his cock invaded and stretched Silvio’s opening, every tentative movement a thrill down into his bones. He wanted nothing more than to lose himself like that, ram fully inside and turn them both into incoherent need— obscene and uncontrolled and filthy, glorious sex.
Still, he wanted to savor this, how Silvio breathed, the sound he made when Stefano slid deeper against the body’s resistance, how Silvio pushed back, trying him out, getting used to him, and damn but they fit together beautifully.
Stefano set one foot down on the mattress, wide, and began to thrust, which made Silvio hiss and then groan and immediately push back when Stefano pulled away. The friction was excruciatingly intense and sweet at the same time, especially when they began to find a rhythm. Bodies had their own logic, and Stefano focused on nothing but the sheer mind-bending pleasure and Silvio, who spurred him on, demanding more, more all the time.
“Not breaking . . . give me all of it.” Silvio gasped when Stefano followed the order, thrusting harder and deeper. He was heavier and stronger than Silvio, but if anything, Silvio seemed to relish that, the way he moaned as their bodies slapped together hard and harder.
No response in thoughts or emotions, just that fierce pleasure that washed everything away. Nothing else even registered. Right
now, SWAT could have kicked down the door and he wouldn’t have cared.
When he was getting close, Silvio reached to his own cock and began to jerk himself off. Stefano reached around and placed his hand atop Silvio’s, helping with that furious, merciless rhythm, thrusting harder, but he lost focus as he came, pumping his load into Silvio’s tightness. Or not, thanks to the condom. But what a small price to pay for that rush.
Silvio followed almost immediately, every muscle tightening, back and neck and shoulders in stark relief for a few moments before he pulled away and fell onto his side, face flushed, skin gleaming with sweat. He looked human now, and utterly beautiful.
Stefano pulled the condom off. He hated having to leave the bed, but he did to get rid of the condom. When he came back, Silvio was still poured across the covers, boneless as a kitten.
He lay down next to him and ran his fingers over Silvio’s shoulder.
“You all right?”
Silvio glanced at him. “Was it as big a deal as you thought?”
Stefano backtracked over their conversation—he’d rather have waded through molasses than remember right now what exactly they’d said. Oh. Yes. About that. “What if it does mean something?”
Silvio smirked, as if pleased that Stefano had remembered. “Then we’re both fucked.”
No kidding.
Also by
Aleksandr Voinov
Dark Soul Vols. 1–5 (Riptide Publishing) Break and Enter, with Rachel Haimowitz (Samhain Publishing) Counterpunch (Storm Moon Press)
Scorpion (Dreamspinner
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